A/N: Thank you to sabrina bayonet, isaatiragram and Demon Cat08 for reviewing Chapter Six!
Here is the promised smut (please don't read this if it makes you uncomfortable.)
Also go check out my Secret Santa ohfuck-i-tripped on tumblr, her content is as hilarious as her URL.
Your concerns about showing Carmilla your room suddenly seem ridiculous and you practically run towards your bedroom, dragging her by the hand.
Of course, you trip and fall backwards onto your bed. Carmilla laughs and your heart dances a salsa with joy because she has been laughing more than she ever has before and it is you, she is happy because of you.
She crawls onto your bed and pounces on top of you, capturing your hands above your head and pulling you into another deep kiss. Both of you cannot stop laughing and kissing becomes very difficult, noses and teeth bumping together awkwardly.
Still snickering, Carmilla begins to pull off her shirt, revealing a lacy, black bra. Her smirk grows as she sees your eyes widening (if this were a cartoon your eyes would be out on stalks.)
Leaning back over you, she begins to lift your shirt up and over your head. It gets stuck and you begin to snort.
"Hurry up Carm, I'm going to suffocate in here."
"Sorry cupcake, how was I supposed to know you were so big-headed?"
That only makes you snort harder and so you end up laughing into your shirt for a good few minutes before Carmilla manages to get it off you.
She looks at you then, running her eyes over your plain, white bra. Both of you have stopped laughing. Something heavier has entered the air, something darker, something passionate and exciting that sets you tingling all over.
Slowly, cautiously she trails her fingers lightly over your ribs and across your stomach so gently that her fingers are but a whisper.
You sigh her name at her touch and she leans down and begins to kiss up your stomach and towards your bra.
Her tongue briefly touches your abdomen and you moan at the sensation, reduced to a quivering wreck.
Carmilla looks up at you.
"Oh cupcake…" her voice is husky with desire and you tremble, wanting her closer, wanting her inside you, all over you until you can't remember where she starts and you end.
Travelling further up your body, she fiddles with the clasp of your bra. And fiddles some more.
"Are you serious right now?"
You laugh for a second, because her seductress image is in tatters.
"Here, just let me. It has a funny clasp."
You remove it and she is on you again within seconds, acting as if you had never been interrupted.
Her fingers begin to massage your nipples lightly and you groan, awash with feeling. When she lowers her mouth to your right breast and begins to place gently, open mouthed kisses onto it, you can feel yourself unravelling.
(God you could come at her just playing with your breasts.)
You don't realise that you've set this out loud until Carmilla smirks around your nipple, muttering: "Luckily for you, I'm not in the mood for teasing."
Anticipation begins to build within you at her words, as her mouth continues to lavish your breasts with attention. As her fingers leave your left side and begin to travel southward, her mouth begins to drift towards your other breast.
You can't hold back a deep moan and she chuckles at the sound.
(Some distant part of you wonders what the inhabitants of the apartment next door will think of the events taking place. Another part of you doesn't care.)
She begins to pull your jeans off and you curse your decision to wear skinny jeans. You decide on a compromise to prevent future awkwardness.
"Carm, why don't you get rid of your leather pants and I'll take care of the jeans?"
You inwardly congratulate yourself for your ability to still be able to form coherent sentences as Carmilla reluctantly agrees to your proposal.
You see that she is unwilling to come away from your breasts and you chuckle to yourself. The sound is rapidly cut off however when Carmilla, now clothed in nothing but her bra and matching panties attaches her mouth to your breast and bites down softly.
"Caarrmmm," you moan out because you feel like her name is the only thing keeping you from losing yourself completely. She relinquishes her bite and smiles up at you, leaning upward to kiss you gently.
Her hand begins to wander down to the waistband of your panties, fingers splaying across your stomach.
She glances up.
"Is this okay?"
It's more than okay, but your affection for her grows all the more for her asking. You nod at her frantically to continue.
(In fact you nod so fast you're pretty sure you may have slightly damaged the frontal lobe of your brain.)
She yanks your panties down with abrupt forcefulness, and smirks at the sight that greets her.
"God cupcake, look how wet you are for me."
You shift uncomfortably.
"C'mon Carm, fuck me already."
"My, my- who would have thought little provincial Laura would have such a dirty mouth?"
"Carmilla Karnstein, I swear to Go- ohhh…"
A long, slender finger has entered you and Carmilla has begun, with excruciatingly slow motions, to move inside of you.
Each of your nerves seem to be firing simultaneously and you whimper and the contact, trying to lift your hips to increase the friction. Carmilla merely shakes her head and pushes you back down.
Steadily, she inserts another finger into you. She watches your face carefully as she begins to increase her pace.
"Oh God, Carm, fuck oh please…"
You can't remember how to speak, you can't even recognise the words leaving your mouth, only know that you want more of her, so much more, and that you will beg for it, will do anything, anything in the world for more of Carmilla.
"God Laura, hearing you moan my name…" She lets out a groan of her own, laughs to herself and then without warning, she thrusts a third finger into you.
Her pace has been building, building and you need a little more, because you can feel your orgasm, getting closer and closer and everything is feeling and heat and wonder and you never want it to sto-
Carmilla abruptly removes her fingers and you almost yell at her with frustration, when suddenly you feel her tongue in your centre, tracing your clit and then your orgasm is flooding through you in waves of feeling.
"CARMILLA!" You yell out, and she uses her tongue to help you ride out your orgasm.
You gasp as she eventually moves away and lies down beside you, gazing that unguarded, affection gaze at you.
"Whoa…Carm…that was…"
"The best you ever had?" She quips, raising an annoyingly perfect brow.
"Oh shut up." You say affectionately, pulling her into another kiss. It's hard to stay mad at her when she's just given you such feeling, such bliss.
"Hey Carm?'
"Mm cutie?"
"Why are you still partially clothed?"
"You'll have to work on that for me, cupcake."
And when you're above Carmilla, and she's whispering: "Laura, Laura, Laura…" your name dancing on her lips like a prayer, you know for certain that you are in love with her.
You smile at the realisation because you are in love and it is as wondrous as everyone says.
Afterwards you and Carmilla lie naked in each other's arms, utterly spent.
As you begin to drift off to sleep, she kisses the top of your head lightly and snuggles closer to you, capturing you in her warm embrace. Her heartbeat beats steadily against your ear as she whispers:
"Goodnight, creampuff."
And then, so quietly you could have imagined it:
"I love you."
A/N 2: I hope that was ok…I should be updating soonish!